A quiet moment, a private plea,
To empty vessels, to set spirits free.
A lizard slumbers, deep within its lair,
Awaiting the signal, a moment to share.
With a gentle sigh, the task begins,
A pressure builds, a tension within.
A valve is opened, a flow commences,
A silent symphony, a cosmic occurrence.
The lizard awakens, its tail begins to sway,
As liquid gold descends, day by day.
A tire is checked, the pressure\'s just right,
A comforting feeling, a peaceful delight.